Usually, the inn manager was mean to the young waiter, but the latter knew that he didn't really mean that. Although the manager was used to taking advantage of others, he was indeed a good guy, who often allowed the young boy to bring customers' leftovers back home.

Nevertheless, the young boy got a bit scared when seeing how horrible the manager looked. Despite that, his care for the manager outweighed his fear.

Nodding slightly, the manager said after gathering a breath, "You find my family and ask them to bury me. Don't report my death to the magistrate. Sell the inn and save the money for themselves. Tell them not to spend extravagantly and they will be free of worries in their life."

"Manager, don't worry. I will tell your family every word you said," nodded the boy who was crying.

Soon, the manager warned again, "Keep this in mind. Never let them report my death to the magistrate. Never..."

Before he finished, his head titled and his heart stopped beating.

The boy shook his body and shouted, "Manager, wake up. Manager..."

The manager knew his family would definitely report his death to the magistrate if not being warned. So this was why he forced himself to breathe his last until he told the boy to stop them from doing so.

Once they reported, they would be killed for sure. After all, those people came from the palace. Without an order from someone in a high position, how would they have the nerve to do this? The reason why they killed him was that he found out who they worked for.

If his family reported his death to the magistrate, they would probably be all killed, leaving no descendants. But if not, they could at least stay alive.

They could trade the inn for money. As long as they didn't spend extravagantly, they would be carefree for the rest of their life.

After telling the boy his will, he then left this world with no worries.

Walking out of the inn, Zhan Qi and his fellows mounted their horses and left the town.

A man behind asked, "What should we do next?"

"Search for them!" Zhan Qi said in a cold tone.

But that man frowned and asked again, "This is a rather large town and we don't know which place they set off to. Where should we go to find them?"

Hearing that, Zhan Qi closed his eyes to think about that question.

Last night, they returned to Jing City by the same way they came, so it was unlikely that Infanta Qingcheng would follow them.

Moreover, they played this trick, which meant they would come back to Jing City again. Therefore, they wouldn't head in the opposite direction, but to choose a destination that was not far from Jing City.

Thinking of that, Zhan Qi opened his eyes and pointed to the south. "This way."

He pressed the horse’s belly with his legs while speaking and rode away.

In the meantime, Yang Zijin and her fellows were getting close to Jing City.

They pulled up the carriage on the road and put on clothes they prepared beforehand. Their carriage could attract people's attention easily, so they had to get rid of it.

They only had three horses, but Yang Zijin and Jiang Wei could share one.

However, Pei Moning who stood aside kept winking at Yang Zijin, making her speechless. He should still think about "taking advantage of" Jiang Wei at this crucial moment.

Yang Zijin well knew that masters should draw a line between themselves and their servants in ancient times. For example, they could not sit around one table. They could not share one horse, either.

She didn't care about such etiquette. Besides, Pei Moning knew exactly what kind of person she was, so he dropped her hints like crazy.

Yang Zijin couldn't help but shoot him a pout. But given that he was so eager, she would help him. After all, she already saw him as her brother.

Then, Yang Zijin mounted the horse before others did. She looked at Jiang Wei and said, "Jiang Wei, I think you should share a horse with Moning."

"Madam, this is..." Jiang Wei frowned at her words and turned to Pei Moning.

The latter quickly looked away and pretended that he didn't hear what they said.

Seeing that Jiang Wei became hesitant, Yang Zijin continued, "If you do not like, you can ride with me. That's fine."

"Madam, please don't say that. I will ride with Mr. Pei." Jiang Wei quickly responded after hearing what Yang Zijin said.

Yang Zijin clearly saw Pei Moning putting on a cunning smile right when Jiang Wei agreed.

But she still had to convince others that she didn't make this arrangement deliberately. Therefore, Yang Zijin rode to Pei Moning and asked, "Brother, is it acceptable for you to ride with Jiang Wei?"

"Of course. Sure. How will I think it's not acceptable? I just hope Miss Jiang can put up with sharing a horse with me," said Pei Moning who kept staring at Jiang Wei and never looked away.

Yang Zijin pouted and said, "Now that the problem is solved, we'd better hurry up."

"Miss Jiang." Pei Moning jumped off the horse, leading it to Jiang Wei and reaching out at the same time.

Taking a look at his hand, Jiang Wei smiled at him, but walked directly to the horse and stepped on the stirrup to mount it.

Seeing that, Pei Moning raised his eyebrow and patted the hand he reached out with the other one. Following suit, Pei Moning also mounted the horse quickly to sit behind Jiang Wei.

To hold the rein, he put his arms around Jiang Wei and said to her, "Miss Jiang, sit tight."

At the same time, he pulled the rein so that the horse started to run. Even, he still remembered to look back and drop Yang Zijin a hint.

Shaking her head, Yang Zijin looked at Runyu next to her and said, "Mr. Run, let's go."

Runyu nodded, following Pei Moning to head to the Jing City.

When they almost arrived, Pei Moning stopped the horse and turned to Yang Zijin. "There are soldiers before the gate. We may need a gate pass to get into town."

"Relax. I've prepared for this," said Yang Zijin. She took out a few gate passes from her sleeve and handed them to other people.

Seeing those passes, Pei Moning knitted his eyebrows and asked her quickly, "How come you have passes?"

"Actually, Aunt Ping should take the credit. I found them in the secret compartment in the carriage," Yang Zijin explained to Pei Moning.

Hearing that, Pei Moning didn't look relieved at all but felt worried. Who on earth was that woman? How could she even prepare passes for them in advance?

Seeing that, Yang Zijin knew what he was worried about, so she comforted him, "Don't worry. No matter what tricks they've got, we will come up with counter measures. No need to worry about the future trouble."

"Alright. If so, let's hurry to get into town." Pei Moning nodded and was about to hold the rein to ride away.

But Yang Zijin suggested, "You go first. We'd better not get into town together, just in case."

"Alright." Pei Moning nodded and held the rein, heading to the gate.

Meanwhile, Yang Zijin was watching them, and it didn't take them much time to get in.

Then, she turned around and said to Runyu, "Mr. Run, it's our turn now."

They two also set off to the gate.

Arriving at the gate, they got off their horses and joined the line of residents who waited to get into town.

When they were checked, a soldier at the gate couldn't help but take one more glance at Runyu and asked, "You two know each other?"

"Yes," Yang Zijin nodded and answered.

That soldier kept asking, "Do you have the pass?"

"Yes. Yes, we do." Yang Zijin replied while taking out the pass and handing it over to the soldier.

The soldier took it over and gave it back to Yang Zijin after checking. He continued, "You can get in."

"Thank you, Sir." Yang Zijin took the pass over and quickly walked into the town.

At this time, her heart couldn't stop thumping.

After getting in, Yang Zijin followed the route Liu Ling told her, heading to her destination.

In the meantime, Zhan Qi stopped when he and his fellows were about 1,000-1,500 meters away from the town they left.

"What's wrong?" People following him also stopped and asked.

But Zhan Qi just closed his eyes and stretched his right hand to motion the other two people to stay quiet.

After a while, he opened his eyes and continued, "I smell newly plowed dirt, so I assume that they buried those two corpses nearby. Let's look for them separately."

"Yes," responded the other two people. Then they rode away to search the field nearby.

Zhan Qi looked at the woods nearby and got in.

Right getting into the woods, he heard crows cawing. Zhan Qi turned to where the sound came from. As expected, he saw a stretch of newly dug land, not far away from where he stood.

Soon, Zhan Qi shouted, "Stop searching. I found it."

While speaking, Zhan Qi got off the horse and walked to that stretch of land after tying the horse to a tree.

Zhan Qi's two fellows walked there, too. Taking a look at the plowed land, they exchanged a glance and then bent down to dig it.

Soon, two corpses were exposed.

So those two men stood up and turned to Zhan Qi.

The latter jumped down into the pit and examined those two female corpses carefully.

The longer he examined, the more knitted his eyebrows became. The two dead women indeed looked like Infanta Qingcheng and her maid.

But Zhan Qi somehow sensed problems and something might be wrong. Bearing that idea, he even took a closer look at the two dead bodies.

He frowned and felt confused. It was so strange. It had been some time since they two died last night, and the temperature was really low. However, they didn't look like dead people.

Because people's faces usually turned pale or purple on the second day after their death. But why did these two bodies still have a ruddy complexion after a long time?

At the thought of this, Zhan Qi quickly pulled the hands of two bodies out to have a check.

Their hands already turned pale. How come? Zhan Qi pondered over this quietly.

Then, he reached out again to check their faces.

The face temperature already went down. But why did the ruddy complexion remain? Right at this time, Zhan Qi noticed that these two bodies shared one thing in common.

They both had a light mark near their ears. Seeing that, Zhan Qi didn't relax his knitted eyebrows.

He laid his finger on that mark. Right when his finger met it, a piece of skin curled up from the mark.